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Poems - The Power of Release (a very personal write)
| | The Power of Release (a very personal write)by TheresaC
The Power of Release
I'm walking up the path to the Cloisters,
the one by Fort Tyron Park near Jewish
Memorial Hospital where we spent an
afternoon having my chin stitched up after
that nasty fall I took in the hallway of our
art-deco apartment building on Arden Street.
The trees are still standing their ground
except for the few sick ones that now lay
dead and broken in fragments across the trail.
The clouds are still moving steadily across
the river and I'm naming them with the same
knowledge you passed along to me.
I'm still sucking on watermelon candies and
tootsie roll pops, but I miss the chocolate
shortbread cookies you used to get me, the
ones that made me smile when I was feeling
down. The child is stirring Dad, against the
winds that run wild moving empty swings.
The world might go to war and I'm scared
even as I think about that blue-winged
dragonfly we once saw low-flying then
darting upward in winter. And I dream about
the wonders that will bewilder some once this
story is told.
Maybe that's why I seek some kind of blessing
through poetry. I stop and take in the
scenery of the woods and the stonewall that
brings your memory from afar with the same
fleeting happiness I once had while smelling a
pink carnation.
If I write with velocity it's because I'm mindful
of the fact that I'm dying. Cancer may not be
eating away at me as it did you but I can feel
my body shutting down slowly and without
compassion. Mamma Della says she's got some
kind of gris-gris bag waiting on me at the Botanica.
You remember Mama Della, don't you dad? The
Santera who claimed she was under the protection
of the thunder god Chango. The one who kissed
my forehead after Elegua claimed me as a child
of his own. As I reach the end of this path I
feel perilously unanchored.
Yet I still remember to release while I take in
small breaths.
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You didn't need to a
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by scriptum on Wednesday, January 28, 2009 (10:00:45) |
You didn't need to add "a very personal write" because I feel that through your story ... I felt the depth. Beautifully expressed and you didn't hold back.
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This was breathtakin
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by JPerry1980 on Wednesday, January 28, 2009 (16:35:32) |
This was breathtaking and passionate. I felt like I was walking alongside you. Often we have to dig through tons of second-rate half-hearted writings from people here to find that one amazing diamond in the rough. This is one of those diamonds. Thank you, for your incredible art. -- j.
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Re: The Power of Release (a very personal write)
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by bigbadwolf on Wednesday, August 04, 2010 (08:03:49) |
It sounds like a very personal and moving write. Thank you for sharing with all of us.
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